tragic short story 

an eldritch abomination rises from the sea, its visage sending chills of horror through the cultists spines

they reach out and the cultists all flee

the eldritch horror sheds a tear. all they want is a nice cuddle but none who ask of them to destroy the world can give them what they need

the eldritch horror returns to the sea to sleep for another thousand years, awaiting the day when they are summoned for love.

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